Lyrics:
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
opinions are like voices, we all have a different kind
So just clean out all of your ears, these are my views and you will find
That we revolutionize over
exceedingly rejoice.
Sing to God, sing praises to your name:
Extol the Lord that rides upon the heavens by the name Jah,
cnd rejoice before God.
c father
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel
[Answering Machine]
Monday, ten fifty-three A.M.
[Voice on phone]
JD, it's me, Bree
Call me, babe
Havin' all them parties, us cats down here
will hit yuh plenty, plenty
Done tell mama seh mi haffi rich by quarter-century
Done lef' all ah mi hater dem in twenty-twenty
Some may know mi
Double-headed voices from the eagle on the staff
The pyramid where eyes will split the spirited in half
Divided over money
Delighted by the dummyin' down
tell my mom where I've gone
I can't tell anyone at all you see
My best friend Sam was raped by a man that
We knew 'cause he worked
In the after-school
gun
As I unload and squeeze
I grab the devil by his horns, cut his throat, it bleeds
Stab 'em with the shattered pieces of my broken dreams
Had
the weed
And I bathe in the liquor
As long as you hear my voice In your head im wit ya
Flesh of my flesh
Soul of my soul
Blood of my blood
Ghetto
nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked
look at the man in the mirror and i see his worth
Other's may think, yea that boy is cursed
But I will make my voice be heard
Homie
I will make voice be
the motherfuckin' ghetto
But you can't take the ghetto up out the motherfuckin' niggas
Can't you hear the voice of the niggas comin' at cha?
Fuck you mr. president
birth of agility
Who will it be to test me and expose their futility
Iron like a lion from Zion stop tryin' so hard
I think I smell your brain cells
Tones of matches are crammed in small boxes of the city
Under the repression of the poet in 1950
And they will throw firewood at us, pouring hot
a clit
I Robb you and make you squirt
This is orgasm from a thief
some one will murder me I’m like yah ? Who? (Yahoo) I’m really hungry bring the G
we voices like dem dreams get fulfil
Massa menimeni passa menimeni colda menimeni chill
Idle we nah sekkle we nah ova da hill
Wah de want come see
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
in the head, left us out to dry
But we some G's so you know, we get by
We gonna do what we gotta do, Ghetto Kids stilo
I'm a leave it right there cause
the tragicomic
Rust from gridding seizures-
In a tetratonic solace- cue the features
I will not join the panic if the
Voices in the mind indict the speakers
by the block with the dulas
Now I post by the shop with my Jeweller
With a cougar
Stroke my dick will I order the Uber
Used to post up with Rah with
thanks and praise and everything will be alright
Put Jah by your side let him be your guide
cnd let the angel of faith just take you for a ride
They
I’ve been klling it, put any hurdle in front of me I will get rid of it
Since the beginning been juggling music with education, this ain’t no dummy
Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars
Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God
And, it's hard just being the boss
Being I can't go
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